Looking for the door
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With hurried footsteps, Miranda rushed through the house. She searched desperately for the entrance to the cellar. Her hasty footsteps could be heard in every room of the house. It made sense that this last piece of the puzzle would be well hidden, but as mentioned before, Miranda was an impotent woman. “Where is it? Where did you hide it?” Miranda spoke as she stomped across the floors in the house.
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